archaic art archives

archaic art archives

august 17, 2013, 7:18 pm

antecedent efforts and aspirational attempts 

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In praise of the 4-wood

April 7, 1935.

Let's give credit where it's due. And seriously, not since Sarazen's double eagle at the 1935 Masters, has there been such a striking shot.
Firethorn was conquered that day with a swift second stroke; the "shot heard round the world" lingers in memories of many, imprinting inspiration.
An event that put Augusta on the map and served as an opportunity to escalate the status of his selected stick.
That well-struck 4-wood sent a small sphere sailing two hundred thirty five yards until it slithered into the recess of the four and a quarter inch cup.
Oh how we love statistics and the warmth that numbers generate, but repetition is fleeting and glory is often short lived.
However, pin-seekers assemble on Sunday mornings in the Spring seeking the path to perfection in finely fashioned attire.
No matter how elusive... they return time after time comforted by the security of a trusted club drawn from the bag with stealthy confidence.
The perfect companions... we project personalities to enliven these inanimate objects.
The golf club... it's an extension of our being; it provides a connection to our spirit and the four wood just may very well be the perfect fairway weapon.

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Drab Bard

Drab as a fool, as Eno.
No radar on.

One's aloof as a bard.

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In Appreciation of Jim Carroll

Hands clasped together in an insect motion... 8/13/13

His smooth yet static voice brimming with verve and the velocity of an impact slap on the main line.
His deliberate delivery painstakingly describing every detail.
His cadence carefully calculated to calm staggered nerves.
Slowly the calloused prose strikes harmonious chords.
Words resonate spilling grit and grimy rhythms smoothed out like new pavement.
Covering the underbelly of dark days spent in upper Manhattan.

(James Dennis Carroll: August 1,1949 - September 11, 2009)

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Behind the (8) ball

06/28/2013

Just let me climb a little bit further behind the eight ball
So I can shake myself from the beaming rays that hypnotize.

Avoiding the burning feeling in my eyes when the sunlight shifts.

I feel safer, soul in hand, as the shadows stretch across the street.

Their long dark legs reaching across the chasms

To bridge the canyons of lost light forgiven by the darkness.

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Faith beyond a reasonable doubt

06/05/2013

I place my hand down upon the good book left all but dormant in the dark recess of a Chelsea hotel room drawer. I cannot be alone now thanks to Gideon. But, I would not truly want it any other way. I cannot be fearful now knowing that the strength of the words from within will comfort me. I can and I will be the upholder with a righteous right hand. 

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Raft in the rapids

Navigating through the garden city just a citizen of industry and liberty.

Alone by alone or in two pair the muses slowly hang their heads is despair. 

The amplifier of acrimony has short circuited again leaving rattled wires strung copper bare and now only silence fills the muted air. 

Oh its no problem for the quite ones now, but do we really need to fix this somehow?
Can we let the four corners collapse and allow the implosion to elapse in the wake of empty Wednesdays?

Perhaps we can find a warm winter coat if we just look under the harbor town boat.
We may find a clue or just another line that leads us once again to what is yours and what is mine. 

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